Roger McGough

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Soil

we've ignored eachother for a long time and I'm strictly an indoor man anytime to call would be the wrong time I'll avoid you as long as I can When I was a boy we were good friends I made pies out of you when you were wet And in childhood's remembered summer weather We roughandtumbled together We were very close just you and me and the sun the world a place for having fun always so much to be done But gradually I grew away from you Of course you were still there During my earliest sexcapades When I roughandfumbled Not very well after bedtime But suddenly it was winter And you seemed so cold and dirty That I stayed indoors and acquired A taste for girls and clean clothes we found less and less to say you were jealous so one day I simply upped and moved away I still called to see you on occasions But we had little now in common And my visits grew less frequent Until finally One coldbright April morning A handful of you drummed On my fathers waxworked coffin at last it all made sense there was no need for pretence you said nothing in defence And now recently While travelling from town to town Past where you live I have become increasingly aware Of you watching me out there. Patient and unforgiving Toying with the trees. we've avoided eachother for a long time and I'm strictly a city man anytime to call would be the wrong time I'll avoid you as long as I can